Love & Loss (The Austin Series)

by C. J. Fallowfield

  ‘O my God, you haven’t tried to contact Richard or Gerry have you?’ I asked in a panic.

  ‘No, I don’t even know your Dad’s surname, besides I have no respect for a man that can treat his daughter so appallingly,’ he muttered with a look of complete distaste on his face. ‘When you give me the ring back then I’ll speak to Gerry and your mum.’

  ‘What about Doug and Lexi? Do they know?’

  ‘Mia breathe, no one but Dad knew ok.’ He reached up and cupped my cheek with one hand and I leaned into it then flung my arms around his neck and felt his arms tighten around me as he rubbed his hand up and down my spine.

  ‘I love you,’ I sighed. ‘Tell me you know that? Tell me that I didn’t just fuck this up?’

  ‘I know you do baby, right now the only thing fucked up is my knee. Please can I get up?’ he asked. I let him go and laughed and took his hand as he stood and led me to the glass balustrade and stood behind me, his arms wrapped tightly around me as we looked out at the amazing view. I leaned my head back on his shoulder and he lifted up my hand and kissed the diamond on my ring and studied it.

  ‘Gabe it’s so perfect, how did you know?’

  ‘You favour silver, well this is platinum, thin bands not chunky and you love sparkle.’

  ‘It certainly sparkles,’ I nodded, incredibly touched that he’d taken into account what I loved.

  ‘I figured a round claw setting was a bit too traditional for my girl, so this square rub-over seemed more contemporary.’

  ‘How did you know my size? It fits perfectly.’

  ‘I pinched one of your stack rings that you wear and had it measured at the jewellers where I had your bangle engraved.’

  ‘How long ago?’ I asked quietly.

  ‘When I got home after my accident. The way you looked after me … I just … I didn’t want you slipping through my fingers, I just wanted to make you mine.’

  ‘Gabe I was yours even before the seriously sensational diamond,’ I sighed. He chuckled and put my hand back onto my waist and lay a line of tender kisses up my neck and I tilted my head to let him gently nibble and caress it, turning my insides to liquid. ‘I need you Gabe, make love to me,’ I sighed. I wanted to connect with him again, to let him feel how much I loved him.

  ‘Come on then.’ He grabbed my hand and went to tug me away.

  ‘No, here,’ I looked at him boldly. ‘I’d like you to pull my dress up and make love to me from behind while we look out at this view. I want to remember tonight forever.’

  ‘Baby, it’s very public,’ he protested, but his voice gave him away. He was turned on at the thought of it.

  ‘No one’s going to be looking, everyone else is focussed on their own things Gabe. They see this amazing view every day.’ I leaned on the glass, not daring to look down, then slowly shuffled my dress up until I felt the chill on the bare skin above my stockings and heard him groan before his hands were on my hips and his lips were back on my neck.

  ‘They don’t see this view every day,’ he murmured as one arm anchored itself around my waist, protecting me from the dizzying depths below us. The other hand went under my dress around the front and ran up the inside of my thigh and stopped when it reached the gap in my knickers. ‘O baby, what did you do?’ he sighed.

  ‘You said to dress sexy,’ I moaned as the pad of his index finger grazed my clit and he nibbled on my ear lobe.

  ‘Stockings, suspenders and crotchless knickers, I’m in heaven.’

  ‘And a Basque.’

  ‘Fuck. Seriously?’ he groaned as the hand on my stomach ran up and down my chest checking it out. ‘You so damn hot,’ he hissed as he slipped two fingers inside me and swirled them around.

  ‘Ahhhh … O God … Gabe.’

  ‘So dirty girl, you want me to fuck you up here, for everyone to see?’ he growled. I could hear how turned on he was, without the erection stabbing me in the bottom.

  ‘Not fuck me no, make love to me, gently. Then you can take me downstairs and fuck me hard on the kitchen counter, then in the bed.’

  ‘Three times? How horny do you think I am?’

  ‘Very,’ I mewled as my legs started to tremble.

  ‘Then let’s go for four times,’ he whispered as he pushed his thumb onto my clit and I exploded and screamed at the top of my lungs, filling the New York sky. ‘Hmmm if doing it outdoors gets you screaming like that we’re doing a lot more outdoors at home. Keep screaming baby, let me know how good it feels, it really turns me on.’

  ‘Yes,’ I replied my voice trembling as my knuckles turned white clutching the glass. I felt him hitch my dress up even further, the breeze skating between my legs making me shudder and I prayed everyone was focused on the Empire State and not me.

  ‘Spread your legs for me,’ he ordered with a gentle nip to my ear. I complied immediately, my nipples straining in the confines of my Basque and heard him groan again. ‘Hold on tight baby.’

  ‘Ok,’ I nodded and felt him dip behind me, his hands running down my thighs and his tongue around the bare flesh between my stocking tops and the material of my knickers.

  ‘Bend forwards, don’t let go,’ he instructed in a husky trembling voice. I leaned over, my breasts topping the glass, my behind exposed and vulnerable and closed my eyes. ‘Open them Mia.’

  ‘How the hell did you know?’ I exclaimed as I snapped them back open and gasped as I looked down to the tiny cars and streaking lights and felt a head rush. As if joining the mile high club in the jet wasn’t exhilarating enough, doing this, up here was just … wow. ‘Gabe’ I cried, as he nestled his face in between my thighs and ran his tongue along my length.

  ‘Good?’

  ‘Yes, do it again,’ I begged. His fingers dug into the front of my hips, determined to ensure I didn’t topple over and I squirmed as he lashed at me again.

  ‘Stay still,’ he barked, before making another pass at me. When he latched on and sucked at me noisily it was too much and I felt my body tightening up.

  ‘That’s it baby,’ he mumbled. ‘Come for me, let me hear you.’ I squealed as his tongue worked its magic, how did he know just where to lick, suck and how much pressure to put on it. He blew my mind the way he knew my intimate areas better than I did.

  ‘Gabe … O God … GABE.’ I felt like I was going to break the toughened glass I was gripping that tightly and the weird feeling of my ring digging into my left hand was a reminder how much he needed this. I let my body be taken over the sensations battering at me and screamed his name as I came and quaked over him. I heard him groaning as he lapped at me, his fingers squeezing and releasing on my hip bones as I rode it out. I’d barely recovered when he was standing behind me unzipping my dress and tugging it down to my feet. ‘Gabe,’ I uttered, as I stood there in my underwear.

  ‘So sexy baby,’ he sighed as he clutched at my bottom with one hand and slid another into the cup of the Basque freeing a breast. ‘So damn sexy and mine.’

  ‘Yes yours.’

  ‘Mine,’ he asserted as he released my bottom and grabbed my hand kissing the diamond again.

  ‘Always,’ I sighed as his other tugged at my elongated nipple. He let go of my hand and grappled the other breast out and I made a high pitched squeaking noise as I looked around at where we were. ‘Please tell me Robert doesn’t have rooftop cameras?’

  ‘So what if he does? We enjoyed it last time didn’t we?’

  ‘Yes but …’ I didn’t have the chance to finish my sentence. He tipped my head back and kissed me, grinding his erection into my bottom. I let myself be taken over by him, devoured by him. Surely no one else could ever be this good at caring, love, romance or sex. How had I been lucky enough to find him first time out? I reached up and gripped the back of his neck as we kissed, my breasts jutting out over the parapet, the cold wind biting at my tender flesh as he released me and undid his fly and guided himself between my legs. I let him go and gripped the glass again.

  ‘Ready baby?’

  ‘For
you Gabe, always,’ I whispered with the utmost sincerity. When I heard him make a strangled moan, I knew he’d heard me and felt it to his core. He eased himself into me gently and put his hands back on my breasts, softly kneading them as his lips returned to my neck and he began to move. He was slow, but firm, and I matched his moves, rotating my hips, flexing back and forth and side to side. I could feel him pouring his love for me into this one session and I climaxed again sobbing his name as his body and the glass supported me.

  ‘Feel this Mia, you and me, we’re perfect. Making love to you is better than any sex I’ve ever had, you’re just amazing baby, we’re amazing together.’

  ‘Yes,’ I squeaked.

  ‘You’re my everything baby, my forever, I love you.’

  ‘Don’t … please stop … I’ll come again,’ I moaned.

  ‘Come again then. I can make you come all night if you want Mia. I love you.’

  ‘Gabe,’ I groaned and he gently placed one hand under my jaw, capturing me as if he still wasn’t convinced I wouldn’t run from him. ‘I love you Gabe. I love you.’

  ‘Mia,’ he groaned in a voice that hardly sounded like him. He tilted his pelvis, the head of his penis rubbing over my g-spot, a long gentle massage that had me steadily rising towards another explosion. ‘Yes, I can feel it, you’re gripping me like a vice. You’re nearly there, come with me baby, I want to come together.’

  ‘NO,’ I cried. It felt so much more intense, I don’t know what it was. His declarations of love? The exhibitionist nature of it? Or maybe it was the ring on my finger, digging into my flesh reminding me of his passion for me. Either way I wasn’t sure I’d survive the coming orgasm. I started to sob as my body began its preparations and I clenched him as tightly as I could trying to make him come first.

  ‘No baby, you … please I need this,’ he begged as he rolled my nipple between his fingers and his thumb brushed over my parted lips as he gently clutched my throat. I surrendered to him and let myself come, sobbing his name as I felt him let go as well and tremble against me as he twisted my head to kiss me and wrapped his arms around my chest tightly. He pulled his head back and gasped for air and I leaned my head back on his shoulder and we just stood looking out at the view, recovering, with him twitching inside me. I felt more loved in this moment than I’d ever felt in my life.

  ‘Ok?’ he finally asked as he kissed my temple.

  ‘More than’ I nodded and rippled my muscles up and down his shaft.

  ‘Give me a second,’ he laughed and I giggled.

  ‘It’s nice to hear you laugh Gabe, you were so tense today. Can we go inside? I’d like to make you something to eat as you hardly had anything.’

  ‘I’m ok baby,’ he replied with another kiss.

  ‘No arguing, I’d like to cook for you. I’ll keep this outfit on as I do it and I won’t shower. When you’ve eaten you can put me on the counter and fuck me roughly and enjoy feeling yourself still inside me.’

  ‘You little vixen,’ he hissed nipping my ear. ‘You know how to get around me don’t you?’

  ‘Is that a yes?’

  ‘A big yes baby. Move that fuckable arse right now.’

  ‘I would but you’re still inside me,’ I reminded him with a quick clench.

  ‘Hmmm my favourite place,’ he murmured as he slid out of me and tucked my breasts back into my Basque and himself back into his boxers. He stepped back and I bent to pick up my dress and when I straightened I bit my lip as I saw him undoing his bowtie and top buttons.

  ‘I heard this does things to my girl.’

  ‘It certainly does. You’d better move before I blow off dinner.’

  ‘Lucky dinner,’ he smirked gripping one of my bottom cheeks and steering me back towards the elevator. I looked up at him as he pressed the button and punched in the number for Robert’s main floor and he looked around and gave me a quizzical look.

  ‘You’re the sexiest man in the universe,’ I sighed with a shrug of the shoulders.

  ‘Just the universe?’ he laughed.

  ‘When they find more out there and name it, you’ll still be the sexiest,’ I smiled. He slipped off his jacket, tossing it on the sofa as I kicked off my heels and padded to the fridge to see what was in there. I heard him put on some music in the background and I handed him the bottle of part opened white wine and he poured us two glasses as I opened a massive box of eggs and took out four and made him a cheese omelette as he sat at the breakfast bar and watched me. I spun around and handed him the plate. ‘Ta da,’ I giggled. He laughed and crooked his finger for me to go and kiss him before he tucked in.

  ‘Hmmm A* in omelettes baby, that was delicious,’ he sighed as he pushed his plate out of the way.

  ‘You know what else is delicious?’ I asked as I looked at him through my lashes and hopped up onto the island worktop in front of him crossing one leg over the other and sweeping my hair behind my shoulders, giving them a sexy wiggle.

  ‘Yes I do,’ he growled and stood up and advanced on me undoing his fly. I squealed as he pulled me forwards on the counter and plunged straight into me, gripping my buttocks as he powered into me. I had to beg him to come he was so focussed and I collapsed backwards onto the cold granite as I came for the second time with him following in quick succession. He lifted me up and carried me over to the sofa and sank down, still inside me, letting me flop against him until I got my strength back.

  ‘Hard enough for you?’ he whispered kissing my hair.

  ‘Hmmm yes thank you.’

  ‘Two down two to go baby.’

  ‘Sexpot,’ I mumbled kissing his neck.

  ‘You complaining?’

  ‘Never. In fact if you ever fancy spending the whole day in bed, like we did in Edinburgh I’d be happy. I can’t get enough of you.’

  ‘I hope you still think that when we’re old and grey.’

  ‘Urggghh you’d still want me then?’ I shuddered at the thought of my deflated boobs and wrinkled skin.

  ‘If I can still get it up, most definitely,’ he replied with a kiss to my hair. I lay in his arms for a while and suddenly sat up and looked at him.

  ‘Your present. You never opened it, it’s on the roof.’

  ‘God yes, so is yours.’

  ‘Mine? Isn’t this mine?’ I asked holding up my left hand.

  ‘No, that’s an engage … a ring. Nothing to do with our anniversary.’ He gently lifted me off him and sat me down on the sofa and got up, tucking himself back in. ‘I’ll be back in a minute.’ He fiddled with a remote and a roaring fire came to life in the modern stove suspended from the ceiling. I watched as the elevator doors closed and stretched my arms and caught sight of my ring sparkling in the fire light and held my hand to examine it properly. It really was exquisite and big, but not so big it looked ostentatious. I think it was a princess cut diamond, flush with the platinum bezel around it and it balanced proudly on the slender ring under it. I dreaded to think what he’d spent on it. In a way I was so happy, he really loved me and this was just another sign of that. Like Lexi’d once said, he was expressing I was his girl for life, it was kind of romantic.

  The thought of getting married though filled me with absolute terror. Messiness and hatred of each other seemed to follow most marriages I’d seen. I never wanted to be like that with Gabe. I couldn’t understand how people could go from being so in love to being so spiteful to each other. I looked up as the elevator dinged and he stepped out and I inhaled and felt a little buzz in my body to see him, he was gorgeous and mine. I leapt of the sofa and ran to him flinging my arms around his neck and kissed him, taking him by surprise.

  ‘Hmmm thank you, but I kind of have my hands full here,’ he mumbled against my lips.

  ‘I missed you.’

  ‘I was only gone for two minutes.’

  ‘So?’

  ‘You’re sweet baby. Go and sit on the sofa,’ he laughed. I pecked his lips again and let him go and waited for him sit down and then climbed into his lap. I g
rabbed the Bergdorf Goodman wrapped one and handed it to him.

  ‘It’s not much, but I thought of you when I saw it.’

  ‘I always love your presents.’ He flashed me a dazzled smile that reduced me to a puddle and he opened it excitedly. I grinned as he opened the box and peeled back the tissue paper and held up the soft silk boxers, rubbing them in his fingers. ‘Baby these are gorgeous.’

  ‘Soft, silky, warm and luxurious, just like you,’ I smiled. ‘They were more for me than you actually, I thought how sexy you’d look in them and even sexier as I peel you out of them.’

  ‘I’ll wear these tomorrow to test them out for you then. Go on open yours.’

  ‘I have two,’ I said surprised.

  ‘One’s for you and one’s sort of for my benefit as well,’ he wiggled his eyebrows up and down making me laugh.

  ‘Which do I open first?’

  ‘The serious one,’ he nodded to the low square box, which I shook before opening.

  ‘O Gabe,’ I sighed happily as I pulled out an identical bangle to my silver one, but in yellow gold. He’d even had the dates duplicated inside.

  ‘You look so lovely in gold and you looked upset that you had to take off your silver one in Scotland, so I thought now you always have one, whatever the outfit.’

  ‘I love it baby, thank you.’ I kissed him and smiled at his reaction to my endearment again. He handed me the second gift, which felt quite heavy. I opened it and took out the item and turned it over in my hands, it was beautiful but I wasn’t sure what it was. It was heavy clear glass with a ripple of pink swirling through the middle of it, shaped like an egg. ‘Is it a paperweight?’ I asked confused. He burst out laughing, deep chesty guffaws of laughter as I looked on surprised. I’d never heard him laugh so much.

  ‘How would a paper weight be for my benefit too?’ he asked his shoulders still shaking.

  ‘Well I don’t know, what is it then? An ornament for the apartment?’

  ‘Stop, baby please stop, my sides are killing me,’ he laughed. ‘It’s a kegel egg.’

  ‘A what?’

  ‘It’s sort of a sex toy, you put it inside you and walk around with it and it massages you inside and helps tighten your muscles.’